Kept Grindin'

[Intro: DJ Clay] Juggalos... come out and play [Hook: All] We kept hustlin We kept grindin X4 [Verse 1: Violent J] (1991) The overwhelming workload that it takes The shakin' off snakes The pains and the aches Wrong moves and mistakes They disrupt, they corrupt and distract you from your mission And all those who let go and spend their lives wishin and missin I couldn't listen in school, I felt I had a different callin But all everybody did was roll their eyes and start yawnin But this is real life and only you is livin through your eyes There are dreamers, those who want it And us, who won't be denied Its a struggle every day, success is far from fuckin free Unless you plucked it from a tree, with J and ICP Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J (Shaggy: "Refuse to Lose!") Livin' proof do what you got and you can do what you choose [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope] (1991) Hate to sit back on this track like a little bitch and remininsce But instead I'll kick a little history all about the hatchet By this time in the game, most motherfuckers, they done fell apart In these years we still shinin and we now just gettin our start Inner City Posse jumped on the scene and we was mad crewed up In the end when shit got rough and tough, it was just the two of us When you was in the club gettin ya grind and ya sip on We was in the parkin lot, hittin up cars, gettin our flyers on Did my first show when I was sixteen It's still part of my scheme J holdin out a drive-thru window at Burger King to support our dreams It seemed like yesterday, the world wasn't ready for two clown freaks But we kept grindin Now who on whose dick, lil Bitch shit [Hook] [Verse 3: Monoxide Child] (1997) I woke up in the morning with my head on backwords Went from street livin to an underground master Went from sellin baggies in alleys To sellin bangers from here to Cali And rollin with the Psychopathic family I started up with Krazees, hooked up with Violent J The rest is still bein written like a biography Don't think you know my story, cause there's too much to tell Just know that I've been underground and I've been doin well Since the days of makin tapes in the basement We came a long way, I'd like to see you do the same shit Monoxide, and I'm Twiztid with a Z Carnival representin' til I D-I-E [Verse 4: Jamie Madrox] (1997) We met ICP way back, touring once or twice They was real cool, Felt like we known 'em all our life They said You ever wanna sign with them We was like hell yeah we down the ground with friends They put us up, this was way before the family era When we toured for three years with a t-shirt Gettin mixed response from the bleachers and show-goers Prepared for rock-throwers and flame-throwers we stayed focused In '98 we dropped our first LP Psychopathic presentin' Twiztid Mostasteless, the CD Go out and get it bitch, shit is cold as ice So dope that we released it twice And we still here [Hook] [Verse 5: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] (1999) It started as a guest spot, Parlayed to a real spot Worked behind the scenes before I really got a shot In the studio, quick still needin to prove somethin My skills got me the deal off the CD you know it's dope But it was on now in '99, the first GOTJ Ya Dead Homie Blaze and ABK rippin the stage The first time I ever got to grind in the sunshine Six minutes shorter the EP's full play time Still confusin some, give love for One Less G That's when we moved to the streets and people started hearin me From Colton Grundy to Clockwork Grey my skills increased Don't believe me? Pick up my next CD Let's hear some dead scream [Verse 6: Anybody Killa] (2001) I keep it grindin like an old set of car brakes Started off with a duel player and casette tapes By '95 my life was frustrated so I developed my mentals and let the funk recreate it And then I hit the stage with my homie Blaze, thuggin for life City to city tours under the light Straight outta Detroit grindin Warrior baby I ain't never gonna stop, my heat's never on safety This is Psychopathic bitch boy and we so sweet What you know about the label runnin under the streets? This be Anybody Killa homie, like me or not Over a hundred thousand sold bitch with one bout to drop For real [Hook] [Verse 7: Bonez Dubb] (2006) Mothafuckas don't trip I'm one of the youngest homies on the (Otis: "block") And keepin it grindin with a (Otis: "dot") And on my way to the fuckin ( Otis: 'top") Because we underneath the surface Be prepared to get real hurt bitch We came from the gutter and now I'm fuckin your mother and workin it I know I'm only 24 up in this ho but check it yo I was smokin before some of y'all was even startin to grow Some of y'all don't even know So many shows by eighteen And by my twenty-first I was on the national scene, see Been given an oppurtunity to speak my words and yo Be keepin it wicked and run with the hatchet For sho so smoke your roll My name is Bonez and this be O-T We murderin fucks til the sun comes up That's why they call us A.M.B [Verse 8: Otis] (2006) Hey homie I hope you listen to my rappin Cause rappin is all I have it's all that every fuckin mattered Your heart can get shattered your pockets can get fatter Just grind like me and mine and you'll shine like my family In the beginning my mission was to make it to the hatchet Then I did it and started laughin I grinded and look what happened My mind is not on this planet, cause y'all thought that we vanished But God's Hand got my back And the game still gets me fuckin mad I start poppin off at the mouth when somethin bothers me You mothafuckers better give it up for R.O.C You mothafuckers better give it up for A.M.B DJ Clay mixtapes, gettin paid and makin haters bleed [Hook] [Verse 9: Boondox] (2006) All the blood and the tears I spent on most of the years And all the time on the grind I conquered most of my fears The knowin I would make it and was it worth the sacrifice Skippin meals and skippin bills I hoped that it was worth the price Of the love of my kids and would they hate me in the end For all the time I didn't spend I knew I'd have to make amends So kept the mike in one hand the other gripped on my Glock Kept one eye on the prize the other fixed up on the clock It was a hustle in my heart that let me know I wouldn't fail Would I end up on the stage or would I end up in a cell Then one Monday afternoon I got that call from Psychopathic Put the pistol in the drawer and now I'm runnin with the hatchet (All: "Woop Woop!") [Hook] [Verse 10: DJ Clay] (2007) I was sixteen young and was never put on But was put down strong when Rude Boy gave me a call Sayin that the wicked clowns had a party called Big Ballas And if I want to come spin and make a couple dollars St. Andrew's Hall (Yeah!) Remember it all (Yeah!) When I went into this game who knew I would last this long Then when '06 came around you can Fuck the Fuck Off It was me and Shaggy 2 Dope I was on my first tour And little did I know it was the first of many more Now I'm pushin out mixtapes for the Juggalos And the love I get from them keeps me higher than some dro That's why I'm standin here, arms crossed Just to let you know how we [Hook]